Mary Elizabeth Frye Comments

Mary Elizabeth Frye did not write this poem- Claire Harner did and published it in 1934. Let's give credit where credit is due

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a Baltimore housewife and florist, best known as the author of the poem 'Do not stand at my grave and weep, ' written in 1932. She was born Mary Elizabeth Clark, and was orphaned at the age of three. In 1927 she married Claud Frye.

She was born Mary Elizabeth Clark, and was orphaned at the age of three. In 1927 she married Claud Frye. The identity of the author of the poem was unknown until the late 1990s, when Frye revealed that she had written it. Her claim was later proven by Abigail Van Buren.

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This was given to me by a dear friend in the Lions Club, just after the death of our son. It is one of those poems that ends up staying with you. You get in a zone and make a connection with the departed that only a poems can generate. I share it at appropriate times with other close friends and I keep it on my home page for quick access.

Read this at a good friends service. Could barely get through it...

This is a beautiful poem, I LOVE it

Beautiful poem

I really love this poem,,it remind me of my late sister who died of cancer six years ago.

I really love this poem,,it remind me of my late sister who died of cancer six years ago.

So simple, so profound.

I really like this poems. I brings me joy whenever I read it. I think deep down inside of me whenever I sleep. Do not stand at my grave and weep.

Really perfect for those agnostic (me) and athetists grieving and concerned about future deaths including ones own. We are made of starstuff and to starstuff we shall return.

wow, this poem is really interesting

Such a great and poignant poem. It's only the words but probably not what she really thought. In my mind she just wanted to console the mourners. Knowing that time can soothe.

Could anyone please tell me how to add a poem to my favourites

Of course she’s right but...I believe in the afterlife and the spiriiual world! I still weep at my dead son’s gravestone. Cemeteries, gravestones, monuments, memorials, cenotaphs for the LIVING BEREAVED? Do we now carry virtual graves in our heads? 🤔